we are still scarred.
wearing tribal marks in
permanent ink and
ancestral kisses
we know them as moles
or patches of odd-colored skin
shaped like birds
crosses
and butterfly wings.
the rites of passage
have been inverted
impaled on
upside down mcdonald's signs and
burned in the glow of televisions...
car stereos deafen the drum beat
and the children lose their way...
this has been said so many times
by so many people
i wonder if it's even worth repeating.
there is nothing new under the sun
so why do we act like 3 year olds
and pretend we don't remember
what we did five minutesdaysyearscenturies ago?
consistently actin brand new
as if each dawn
is an excuse for absentmindedness...
do gasoline fumes
cause collective amnesia?
is it the money?
indoor plumbing?
microwaves?
maybe walmart supercenter theft sensors
steal a bit of our collective subconscious
each time we go to pick up
paper towels and
toilet paper.
but i'm tired of making excuses
it's like they say--
betta act like ya know
ya betta ask somebody
betta recognize
recognize.
realize.
cognizance is an asset,
ignorance a liability.
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